There are people
In this life
That I need to write about
Albeit unprovoked
And I believe you are one of them
I don't even know what it is
But from the very little I know of you
I'm fascinated
You seem to be the sort
Who believes art is everything
I believe that
But you wear it better
That mantra radiates from you
Whereas I just sit inside and write
I know this might sound creepy
I often find myself saying sweet things
That misinterpreted
Sound heinous
But that is not my intent
Not in the slightest
I just figured someone should know
If their essence means something to an outside onlooker
Like myself
Which yours does
I think it might have to do with the charisma you possess
As if you're someone from the past
With the same artistic heart
Transported into the present
And making the best of it
It's charming at least
Maybe I'm only saying this
Since I'm on the verge of finally watching Gatsby
So this thought seems all the more valid
Regardless
I said the stuff I said
And in this life
I think that's what I'm really meant to do
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